Sex

SOC Writing_ 4.10.21

Sex

Sex is powerful. Put our bodies together and there unfolds a storm of life – of peace - of suffering – in this container my animal surges – wants, fights through the darkness into the night, into the dawn, yawn, a whole day of collections - of pieces unknown of you have grown away – the piece of my body – the part of me that you only hold is being given away to the all – I want to rage – maybe I will –want froth and claw and maw, my mouth at you – in this cage – I open the door – set myself free to be alive in all this glorious pain – to offer myself freely to all in the great love making, love taking – fucking till dawn – it’s the small fears that make me trapped – like in a dark cocoon of my own machinations – what I want is to see it all in broad daylight – the whole spectacle so that I can really feel it – really breath it in – really know the trauma of my own body and track its rising and falling – I have given you way because I couldn’t’ make you stay – or make me stay – in this machine of love all my insides are turning and I will find a way though. First, first I must face your sex in my mind and really know its truth – its freedom, it’s yes - its fuck yes – and then and then as I ebb into inky water, as I flow and become like a hollow stone – I will milk myself dry over you in a land parched with the particular shape of you – with the hole that is gaping, gasping for the skin of you love, the body of your mothers body – this dying of my body –wrapped around you has me in tears love – I do not want to let you go – this piece of sex – this morsel of life I find intolerable right now but in the unfoldment of time – all shall be well and all shall be well - but first, first another gauntlet – first another death – another travail before I see light and new life – before I give up my old program.